When the weak wears into a stallion male pig

On the second day after returning to the dormitory, Shangguan Qingrong was blocked by the housekeeper at the door of the dormitory.The servants looked respectful and acted resolutely. They didn't even allow him to take anything, so they got him into their own carriage and took him back to Huberley's house.

As soon as he entered the door, he was dragged in by the collar of Baron Huberley. From the gate to the door of the house, his feet barely touched the ground.Shangguan Qingrong didn't dare to look at his father's face that was as dark as the bottom of a pot, and he didn't dare to complain to him about the tightness in his neck. Enduring the pain of shortness of breath, he silently let him drag him into into the house.

There were two people sitting in the room, they were not too young, and they were wearing white robes. They were all magicians at a glance, and their ranks might not be low.Fei Lun, who was tutoring the new knowledge that appeared in the 5000 years in the chain of Emra, also took the initiative to talk to him: "These two are at least the rank of great magicians. Has your father heard that you have a high magical talent?" , want to find you a new teacher?"

"Looking for a new teacher? But I heard that the National Magic School is already the best magic school in the country, and Mr. Rich of the Light Department is also a great magician?" Shangguan Qingrong couldn't believe it. After leaving him, he straightened his clothes and bowed to the two magicians.

The two looked at him for a while, and they both showed some excitement, as if they were confirming what Fei Lun said.Shangguan Qingrong felt suffocated in his heart, and immediately thought: How difficult is it that his father won't let him go to school in the future?If you invite a teacher to teach in him, you don't have to go to school, you don't have to go out, you don't have to meet people, just like in the previous life in Shangguan's house, you can only be locked in the house and have fun every day...

Just thinking about it, he felt a chill in his heart. Behind him, his father introduced the identities of the two magicians in a rough voice. To his ears, it sounded like the bell of a funeral—an announcement for his own funeral. .

He was in a trance, but Baron Huberley's giant palm pushed him hard behind him: "Hurry up, let the two therapists examine you!"

examine?what to check for?Shangguan Qingrong's eyes widened in an instant, his hands wrapped around his body subconsciously, and he took a step back.A white-robed mage with white beard and hair and a huge nose stood up and said kindly to him: "Don't hide it anymore, your father already knows about your injury. Son, come here and let us check it for you, don't worry about it." Don't let your father worry about you."

The magician was gently persuading him, but Baron Huberley couldn't hold back the anxiety in his heart, and pushed him forward: "These two are palace healers, it is us Huberley who can come here to treat you The honor of the family, stop standing here stupidly, take off your clothes!"

Take off your clothes... take off your clothes... in front of so many people.Shangguan Qingrong was very wronged, but he didn't dare to complain, he bit his lower lip tightly, forced the tears back to his eyes, and began to unbutton his coat with trembling hands.

The friendly therapist before stopped his hand: "No need, trauma is not difficult to treat, Cliff and I mainly want to check whether your magic pool is injured, and whether you have some... ...a chronic disease that cannot be cured will lead to your body losing weight so quickly and your muscles degenerating so badly."

The magician who had been sitting stood up at some point, touched his shoulders, and looked at him lovingly: "Yes, child, you don't have to be afraid. We heard from your father that you have been abnormal during this time." , this may be poisoned by a special monster. This poison will gradually weaken your body, and your energy and courage will also decrease with the weakening of your body. This is not your fault. We will try to cure you OK."

Why, isn't it to check whether he is still a virgin, or to give him some medicine, so that his body can adapt better...?Thinking of this, he couldn't help but secretly glanced at Baron Huberley's lower body.This small gesture was immediately noticed by Baron Huberley, who slapped him hard on the head: "Boy, don't be so timid, we don't have such a worthless man in the Huberley family!"

"Yes!" Shangguan Qingrong who was slapped was not as frightened as before.He didn't dare to look at Baron Huberley again, so he lowered his head and asked softly, "So, my lords, how can I cooperate with you in the treatment?"

The therapist with the big nose glanced at Baron Huberley, walked a few steps closer to him, and whispered in his ear: "We want to give Mr. Ling a systemic recovery treatment first, and then use Babesia to detect him Is there any Yin demon poison in the body? In the war between gods and demons 5000 years ago, many warriors died of weakness due to this strange poison..."

Baron Huberley suddenly grabbed the therapist, his five fingers couldn't control the force, and deeply inserted into the old therapist's shoulder.He opened his mouth wide and let out a low growl of "ho ho", but restrained himself, and asked in a very low voice: "What's the matter, you mean my son was poisoned by the demons and is about to die ?”

The therapist showed an unbearable expression on his face, and asked his companion to take Shangguan Qingrong to the inner room for routine treatment. After the figures of the two disappeared, he explained in detail to the excited Baron Huber: "We are just guessing. After all, Master Drizzt is a fighter. Within a few months, magic elements inexplicably appeared in his body, and he also crossed the four elemental systems. This is indeed very abnormal. And his body According to your statement, the degree of weight loss is definitely not within the normal range.

"Since you mentioned the changes in Young Master Ling's body to us that day, Cliff and I have searched many magic books and notes, trying to explain it all, and finally saw something similar Case."

Baron Huberley collapsed on the sofa, twitched his fingers fiercely, and asked hoarsely, "Then can you tell me, is my son still alive? How long will he live? Will he just die like this?"

"This point needs to be further checked. However, Drizzt's situation is somewhat different from those warriors in the war of gods and demons, because he has the power of light in his body. We speculate that maybe it is the power of light that is fighting against the poison, It has allowed him to survive for such a long time, and the magic elements in his body can accumulate more and more. In the short term, I don't think there will be any fatal danger."

Baron Huberley breathed a sigh of relief, leaned on the sofa, and said weakly: "Please, Mr. Lalotte, my son, my eldest son, I will leave it to you two." He His face was deeply buried in his hands, and he felt the fear and powerlessness he had never felt before, even when his first wife died, he had never felt such deep pain and fear.

The old therapist got up understandingly and went to perform a magic test on Shangguan Qingrong with his companions, leaving the helpless father alone in the living room, silently enduring the heart-wrenching pain.

The inspection lasted for four hours.Shangguan Qingrong first received a whole-body magic treatment, swallowed a strange black beetle while enduring his nausea, and then lay down in the ancient magic circle drawn by two therapists on the floor of his bedroom.Before lying down, he was afraid that Faerun would be exposed by the magical impact, so he took off the chain of Emra.The big-nosed healer, Lalotte, was also inspired when he saw him take off the chain of Emra, and asked him to take off all the clothes on his body, so that the two of them could check where the Babes were crawling.

Despite Shangguan Qingrong's begging, the two therapists still showed mercy and left him a pair of underpants, finally preventing him from lying naked on the floor.After he lay down, the two old healers with white beard and hair ignored their old age, raised their staffs high, chanted long and awkward incantations, and poured their magic power into the magic circle without reservation.

Usually, the four-hour examination would pass after a short sleep, but the beetle kept crawling around in his body lively, making him want to sleep.Sometimes the insect sprinted with its feet, sprinting left and right, causing bursts of pain in Shangguan Qingrong's body; sometimes it crawled slowly, scratching with its thin claws, bringing a numbness that penetrated deep into the bone marrow; sometimes it couldn't feel it It moved, but there was a dark invisibility coming from the place where it stopped, which made Shangguan Qingrong feel heartbroken and feel that he was being eaten by insects.

The torture-like inspection was finally over, and the shiny black beetle finally crawled out of his mouth along his throat, and swam around him calmly for a while.The slightly younger Cliff therapist carefully took the worms in with a black tube, and happily told Shangguan Qingrong: "My child, congratulations, your body is very healthy. I think, just pay attention With balanced nutrition and moderate exercise, you can definitely get back in shape like you used to!"

Shangguan Qingrong got up numbly, and under the comforting and slightly puzzled eyes of the two old magicians, he put on his clothes as naturally as possible, and followed them to see his father.

Before they opened the door, the door was pushed open from the outside, and Baron Huberley's ecstatic face appeared in everyone's eyes.He strode into the room, picked up Shangguan Qingrong, and thanked the two therapists incoherently with excitement.The two also sincerely congratulated Baron Huberley, admiring the scene where the father and son showed their true feelings.

After sending off the two therapists with great gratitude, Baron Huberley finally put away the feeling of losing control because his son was safe and sound, put on a straight face again, and brought Shangguan Qingrong to his study.

Baron Huberley tried his best to contain his excitement, trying to maintain the majesty of a father in front of his son.Although he didn't do a good job, Shangguan Qingrong didn't dare to breathe as long as he saw him, so the two returned to the standard mode of getting along with a strict father and a filial son - Shangguan Qingrong responded to what Baron Huberley said. , dare not refuse a word.

But in his heart, Shangguan Qingrong did not want to agree to Baron Huberley's request.Because this request is for him to continue to learn fighting spirit and restore the strong physique that a fighter should have as soon as possible.

He really had the courage to say "I just want to be a magician" pitifully.After that, the unconcealable joy on Baron Huber's face quickly faded away, replaced by the more familiar anger and toughness of Shangguan Qingrong.

The result of this father-son dialogue was: Shangguan Qingrong lost all his spare time, and the painting club was dismissed by the master.He has to go home every weekend and receive special training from the knights of the Huberley family, so that he can become the man of the Huberley family in the shortest possible time.

What is resistance to death, what is sticking to one's heart, in front of Baron Huberley, Shangguan Qingrong's persistence is like a piece of glass, which looks solid and can be broken into eighteen petals if dropped.

After leaving the study, Baron Huberley personally watched him practice boxing all afternoon.When it was time to eat dinner, he could no longer hold a fork in his hands, and he was too tired to eat anything, but was fed a piece of steak weighing more than half a catty by Baron Huber himself.

Baron Huberley finally saw the hope of making his son healthy and strong, but Shangguan Qingrong once again felt deep despair about his future.His strong muscles and dark complexion entangled him in his dreams all night when he first crossed over. When he went to school the next day, he looked more haggard than usual. Looking at the mirror left and right, he always felt that he was much stronger, and even ran away. I have the heart to go abroad.

This day is bound to be extraordinarily lively.When he arrived at school in the morning, he was caught by Anna?Miss Valahar pulled out of the classroom, found a remote corner and talked for a long time.Anna looked at his haggard and blue face, the trembling slender legs that could barely support his body, and she was gentle and compassionate: "Drizzer, you don't have to be afraid anymore, Oren has retired from the painting club, and I will never come to you again in the future. By the way, I also heard from Leo and your roommate that you defeated a fifth-level fighter? It’s amazing. I have already told the people in Quanhua Club, you really Our pride!"

Shangguan Qingrong nodded wearily and looked at Anna tenderly, but he didn't have the energy to speak.Fortunately, this Miss Valahar was very self-conscious, and sent him back to the classroom without saying anything, telling him to take a good sleep if he was tired.Anyway, this is a history class, and the teacher is notoriously easy-going, no matter what the students do in class, they will not deduct their class grades.

Anna had just left a class when Graf, the president of the painting club, broke into their classroom with a dark face. He didn't even give the professor any face, and grabbed Shangguan Qingrong's robe with one hand and dragged him into in the hallway.No freshman in the first grade dared to challenge the seniors. They all huddled in the room and watched the professor negotiate with Graf. Only Miloch was still worried about what happened on Saturday. He was thinking about Graf's intentions and tried his best. Being punished by the senior, he rushed out to protect Shangguan Qingrong.

For the first time, Graff's always gentle and kind face showed murderous looks, and angrily cast a floating spell silently, throwing Miloch back to the classroom, politely asked the professor for leave for Shangguan Qingrong, and directly framed him Back to the activity room of the painting club.

What did he do wrong?President Graff didn't speak, and Shangguan Qingrong didn't dare to ask.Could it be because of Senior Oren?Senior Oren and President Graff... But, isn't Senior Oren's favorite Miss Anna?Could it be that President Graff is unrequited love?Or was he venting his anger on behalf of Senior Oren?After all, they have known each other for so many years. Although Senior Oren's grievances cannot be explained to Miss Anna, they can be explained to the president.

After figuring out why he was pulled back by the president, he was ready to bear the president's anger, watching his nose and mind, determined not to fight back when beaten, not to fight back when scolded, so that the president, maybe even There is Senior Oren, let's talk after getting angry.

Sure enough, as soon as they entered the classroom of the painting club, President Graff couldn't hold back his anger any longer, threw him in, stomped heavily on the ground a few times, and then rushed straight over and grabbed him. His collar rocked back and forth. "Drizzt? Hubley!"

Shangguan Qingrong lowered his eyelids and pretended to be dead, and let him beat and scold him as much as he likes, only giving him a body like a dead tree and a heart like an ancient well.

President Graf looked at him with such a dead face, as expected, he couldn't beat him, and he couldn't scold him.He is a magician, and he was not a violent fighter in the first place. It took him a lot of energy to pull Shangguan Qingrong all the way from the Magic Academy back to the Alchemy Academy. He didn't even have the heart to teach him a lesson.

At the end of the stalemate, Graff still took the initiative to admit defeat, and said helplessly: "What do you mean? Yesterday Oren came over and wanted to quit the club. I asked for a long time, but he didn't say why. You want to quit the company again this morning. Retiring from the club... Let me tell you, Oren is the best member of our club. He has already retired, and half of the pillars of the painting club have fallen! I'm just pointing at you to learn to draw well and support us in the future. How dare you You dare to quit the club for me. You are a freshman and you don’t have any classes. People in your family say that you are busy with your homework. Who are you perfunctory? No matter how busy you are with your homework, all our members in the club will have no time to draw!"

Although Graff was burning with anger, Shangguan Qingrong was in a daze.Didn't the president teach him about senior Oren?No, isn't the president going to pursue him for molesting Senior Oren?But it was his father's decision to quit the painting club, and he couldn't resist it.

Seeing his blank and aggrieved expression, Graf became more angry, pointed at him and shouted: "Tell you, I will never allow you to quit the club, no! If you dare to quit, I will dare to go to your class every day to drag you down." Come here, I will do what I say! Although I am about to graduate soon, I can stay in school as a teacher after graduation, don't think that I am talking for nothing, do you hear me?"

Whether he can go to this school again depends on his father's wishes. What's the use of Senior Graff being angry with him?Shangguan Qingrong nodded numbly, and told the truth about his embarrassment: "Yesterday my father asked me to quit the painting club and go home every weekend to receive fighter training. I can't go against my father's request, so the president... I I don’t even know what to do.”

He sighed softly and closed his eyes weakly.

Graff finally waited for an explanation from him. Although he was not very satisfied, it was better than reprimanding a wooden man. After thinking about it for a while, he felt that the arrangement in the family was really not something he could control with a word. Other people's children are not interesting.

So he happily let go of Shangguan Qingrong, took out the application form for resignation from his desk, tore it into pieces, and said firmly: "I can't control what your father wants you to do, but you When you are in school, you must come to the drawing club to practice! From today, you will start to learn to draw formally, and fill in the part of Oren. Did you hear that? Anna said that your line drawing is not bad, and you have a little drawing Basic skills. I will teach you how to draw from tonight, if you can’t learn before the summer vacation, hehe…”

Shangguan Qingrong's eyes suddenly flashed an undeniable brilliance, as if he had been completely reborn after hearing the word Huahua.Graff felt that his preaching had finally achieved his goal, so he stopped talking, waved his hand and let Shangguan Qingrong go back to class.

On the way back, he saw Miloch pulling Colin and Norton to pick him up, with an undeniable tension and worry on his face, and when he saw him, he pounced on him and asked him if the president had done anything to him.

"It's nothing, nothing. It's just that the president wants me to start painting formally in the future." Shangguan Qingrong smiled happily, and Mi Luoqi and the three of them were in a daze - they had never seen Shangguan Qingrong like this Simple and bright smile.It seems that since they met each other, they have only seen his melancholy and forbearing expression, but they have never seen him like this, who is really happy.

Shangguan Qingrong was completely unaware of their emotions, and was only immersed in the good expectations for the future.

At the beginning, the stepmother had placed great expectations on him, and asked him to captivate all beings with his own chess, piano, calligraphy and painting skills.Although the qin in this world is oddly shaped, he doesn’t even know how to play it; the chess pieces are also carved with uneven heights, which is quite different from the Go game he is good at; But after all, these paintings are similar, and finally there is a chance for him to feel proud and show off his talents!